As I watched him lie there, with the rope tight around his neck, life taken from him only a few hours ago, his glazed open eyes spoke to me:

Don't remember me like this. Know that I have lived free, lived wild, lived on the edge, no comfort, except in the knowing. Knowing I can run as fast as a horse. Knowing I can see in the dim light like an owl. Knowing I can walk in the wilderness without moving a leaf. Knowing I can call in the still forest, and the trees stop to listen in awe. I have always respected the ground I walk so gently on, or run across like the wind. With simple love, and great effort, I have fed and taught my children, how great thou art. No, no do not look at my flesh torn by the bullet, torn from the lion dogs. Look at my feet, and know they have carried me across the many kingdoms, and I have slept in many mansions. Even now, know that the spirit that fashioned me, has taken me to a new forest somewhere across the sky.